"You’re seriously crying over him?"

Kwon Soonyoung’s voice was softer than his words, his usual playful energy dulled as he watched you wipe at your tears. You were curled up on the couch, hoodie sleeves covering your hands, face puffy from crying.

"I just-" Your voice wavered. "I thought he loved me."

Soonyoung scoffed, plopping down beside you. "Yeah, well, I loved my goldfish when I was seven, but that didn’t stop him from jumping out of the bowl."

"Soonyoung-" You groaned, shoving his arm.

"No, seriously. If he actually cared, he wouldn’t have let you cry over him like this." His voice softened as he nudged your shoulder. "And if he was dumb enough to let you go, then he never deserved you in the first place."

You sniffled, staring at your lap. "You really think so?"

"Of course." He bumped his knee against yours. "You’ve always been too good for guys like him."

There was something in the way he said it, something you couldn’t quite place. But before you could think too hard, Soonyoung was already opening his arms.

"Come here. Cry on me if you want. I’ll allow it just this once."

You hesitated for a second, then gave in, leaning into his warmth. And for the first time that night, you felt like maybe, just maybe, you’d be okay.